Husband and wife duo, Matt Titus and Tamsen Fadal don’t mince words in their new book, Why Hasn’t He Called? How Guys Really Think And How To Get The Right One Interested In You is a wake up call to the behaviors, challenges and mistakes that lead single women to waste countless hours on men that aren’t worth the investment.
Stop sitting by the phone wondering why your latest date hasn’t called...next time make sure he does.
About The Authors:
Matt Titus & Tamsen Fadal
A self-proclaimed traitor to his gender, Matt Titus has made it his mission to help women avoid players like his former self. He is the founder of Matt’s Little Black Book, a Manhattan matchmaking agency, Tamsen Fadal is an Emmy-award winning TV journalist and works alongside Matt in their quest to help singles navigate the often times confusing and crazy world of dating.
EXCERPT FROM “WHY HASN’T HE CALLED?”
SECRETS OF THE BOYS CLUB
Somewhere in Manhattan a first date is taking place at a trendy lounge over drinks.
Here are the undisputed facts:
•Both parties are interested in each other on some level.
•They agreed on a time and location.
In the world of dating and relationships, this is about as far as undisputed facts go when it comes to a man and woman meeting for the first time.
We have her version and we have his version of the first date. Let’s compare the two.
••••••Her Version••••••
He was right on time and already had a table (he must have called ahead because it was the best table in the place, that’s thoughtful; he must think I’m special.)
He looked really good. I wonder how he had time to go home, shower, shave, change clothes, and still get here on time. He did that all for me, wow.
The conversation was effortless; he seemed to be interested in every word I had to say. He kept asking me if I needed anything more to drink, what a gentleman! He is so responsible; he told me that he only had until 10 p.m. because he had an early morning presentation. I love a guy with a career focus.
He mentioned his parents, so he is definitely not opposed to marriage. When the date ended we even walked for a while talking about anything that popped into our heads, it was so romantic. When it was time for him to go in the other direction, he looked me right in the eyes and told me he had a great time and would call me soon. He leaned over to kiss me, and I turned my cheek. I remembered to never kiss on a first date, so he just smiled and said good night. What a wonderful end to a perfect date! I can’t wait for him to call.
••••••His Version••••••
I was on my way home last night when I remembered that I had promised to meet this girl after work. I was going to cancel, but what the hell; you never know what could happen. Luckily, I had my overnight stuff in the trunk from the past weekend, which I spent romping with some chick I sleep with upstate. So, I grabbed my electric razor and ran it over my face and then put on a semi-clean Polo shirt and my two-day-old jeans, not bad for changing in the backseat!
I actually got there 10 minutes early. The place was packed, so I thought me and whatever-her-name-was would have to stand. Then I remembered: “Oh yeah, her name is Sheila, can’t forget that. Damn!” I was about to walk up to the bar when I noticed how hot the hostess was, so I thought I would strike up a conversation. This girl was so awesome, not only did I get her number; she gave me the best table in the place.
Sheila showed up and yeah, she was attractive, but not as hot as I had remembered. God, what was I thinking when I agreed to this date? I must have been hammered. She talked so much I think that I went into a hypnotic trance while I was staring her dead in the face. I tried to get her drunk, but she wasn’t a drinker. I was in the flames of hell with a mediocre yapper.
I had no other choice but to play the “big presentation at work” card. It worked like a charm. I thought I would make a clean break until she kept following me almost back to my place. I couldn’t lose her! Finally, I picked a random street that was close to my apartment, just to get away from her. When I stopped to say good-bye, she actually didn’t look half bad. It must have been the street light hitting her face at just the right angle. So I thought, “What the hell, she probably doesn’t look that bad from behind either.” Maybe if I kissed her passionately she might get turned on enough for me to take her back to my place. As I went to kiss her she “cheeked” me. I couldn’t believe it. Well, that was the last straw. I told her I’d give her a call…yeah right.
Does this scenario sound familiar? It should, because it happens more times in the land of Singleville than we care to admit. Every week, Tamsen and I talk to dozens of women who ask us the same questions over and over again: What is he thinking? Does he like me? WHY HASN’T HE CALLED?!
In this chapter you will become privy to some of the best kept secrets of the Boys Club, like the two categories men use to define every woman they meet. (That’s right, there are only two. We’re not all that complicated.) In addition, we’ll spend some time dissecting “The First Date,” to point out all of the red flags that were waiving in that poor gal’s face. Finally, we’ll give you a cheat sheet that describes each of the different kinds of players you’ll be up against as you take to the field. And throughout this chapter and the chapters that follow, whenever a potential pitfall crops up, we’ll provide you with a tried-and-true solution to the dilemma.
